Crazy Mixed-up Kid Lyrics

In The Joe Brown Story: The Pye / Piccadilly Anthology

Spoken:
Now I don't know about you, but I believe that
To learn things, you've gotta ask questions.
But the type of questions I ask
Nobody ever thinks of answering
For instance, Charlie?
Yes?
A chord on the old Joanna if you please?
Right 1 2 3 4 5

I wish I knew the reason why me taper any math
Why is it when I face the north my heels are forcing south
I wish I knew why I get wet when I lie in the bath
I'm just a kind of crazy kind of mixed-up kid

I wish I knew the reason why my hair grows on my head
I wish they'd tell me why it does stain up the sleeping bed
But one of my inquiries everybody loves a citizen
I'm a kind of crazy kind of mixed-up kid

My mum called in a doctor bloke who looked at me and said
No there worry moosh there's nothing wrong at all
A part of time he finished all what's still upon me babe
And he was nearly out way at the wall — Hoo!

Why do I have to use my legs in walking down the street? Why is it down snowing when I sit down in my seat?
I wish I knew the reason why my gloves don't fit my feet
I'm just a kind of crazy kind of mixed-up kid

They say my eyes look friendly but I'm sure they never met
I wish I knew the reason why my glass of woe is wet
But if somebody told me that it's a sir or to forget
I'm just a kind of crazy kind of mixed-up kid

They say my actions and my thoughts should all coordinate
I've also got to analyze my dreams
Subconsciously endeavor not to ask but meditate
And all do what they tell me but I don't know what it means

Oh they say you won't get better you'll get stuck like this for good
I'd like to be a negate but I don't believe I could
But if you got a brain like mine the proof is in the pud'
You're just a kind of mixed-up crazy kind of kid
That's what they call us
We're just kind of mixed-up crazy kind of
C-I-D-S — crazy kids!

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